A Rancher's Desire by Nikki Winter Page B

things he could do to her if she let him. Julian was even a little disappointed that she was wearing a hooded sweatshirt seeing as how he desperately wanted to know what was underneath it.
    Julian’s eyes found hers again and locked there. “Le damos la bienvenida hermosa.”
    One perfectly arched brow rose. “English please.”
    Lips quirking, he repeated himself as she requested, “You’re welcome, beautiful.”
     

     
    Fuck your reservations, take the panties off and throw them at him! Now! It was a damn shame when a woman had to stand in a room full of people along with one of the most awe inspiring men she’d ever seen in her life and have an argument with her nether regions.
    The man was...damn...just damn. If there were ever a time Aiyanna wanted to forget all the shit she’d put up with in past relationships it was definitely when those stormy, blue-gray eyes locked on her. The tone of his voice alone made her feel like she was holding the Nile River between her thighs.
    Lightly accented with Southern and deep Spanish inflections, his voice rumbled up from one of the widest chests Aiyanna had ever seen in her life. Being that she was five-eleven and a size eighteen, that was saying a lot. He was so big he was taking up the doorway space, his shoulders blocking the view beyond where they were standing.
    And for the first time in a long time, she actually had to crane her neck to look up at a man. He had to be six foot eight at the least and the visual feast didn’t end there. No, there was the shoulder length, wavy, black hair, the full lips, strong jawline, and those piercing eyes that were staring so hard she thought her clothes would melt off in a puddle. Not to mention the adorable slashes in his cheeks from when he’d briefly smiled.
    Aiyanna hoped, for his sake, that he would either choose to keep that smile to himself or that she gained some self control in the next few minutes. If not, the whole bar was about to get an education on how to ride a man until he broke.
    Shit, if he kept looking at her like that, it might just happen regardless. Lalani wasn’t there to keep her from doing it because she’d headed back out to take a call.
    When he licked his lips real slow while staring at her mouth like he could taste the strawberry lip gloss she’d put on just a few minutes before, Aiyanna took a step back. “Okay, the undressing me with your eyes thing has to stop.”
    His expression read confused. “Why?”
    “Because it’s rude and—”
    He stepped closer, eating up the space she’d put between them. “And you don’t exactly like the way I’m making you feel right now?”
    The whispered words raked her body and her nerves. “No Captain Ego,” Aiyanna snapped. “It has more to do with the fact that I don’t know if you’re appraising my head to mount it with the rest of your possible collection.”
    The frown was back, this time darker than before. “I don’t collect heads and I wouldn’t ruin one as gorgeous as yours.”
    Aiyanna withdrew again.He’d said the words that she needed to break the spell. It reminded her of something she’d heard constantly from the time she’d hit puberty. “You have such a pretty face. Now if you just shed a few pounds...”
    “Now you’re frowning. I said something wrong.”
    Her eyes snapped up to his, noticing the way the dim lighting hit his bronzed skin. She ignored the scent of sandalwood that rolled off of him.
    Aiyanna smirked. “It doesn’t really matter now does it? Sorry I bumped into you. Have a nice night.” She started to go around him but his hand reached out and gently gripped her arm as he turned her back around to face him. Her eyes stared up into his once again. “Wanna let go of my arm?”
    He shook his dark head. “Not particularly. I’ll buy you a drink.” He smiled again like he’d accomplished something with his little announcement.
    Biting the inside of her cheek, Aiyanna peeled his fingers away from her arm.